Sanosuke was right when he suspected that Okita would be able to read his injury clear as day. He couldn't immediately see the wound, but with the lack of blood, he could only assume it was a shallow one. Had he been stung? That had to be it and if that were true, then things were going to be quite difficult soon. Poison was never a pleasant thing to deal with.

Okita didn't have time to consider the consequences of being stung though and he quickly leaped back as the scorpion came for him. Skidding back, he switched his grip on his sword and ran forward, sliding to the side to slice his blade through the scorpion's legs. Unfortunately, the creature decided to strike then and the disgusting evolutionary mistake the thing called blood splattered right onto his chest. The smell was immediate and Okita gagged, ripping his sword around, not caring if he had landed his earlier blow. Next, he'd go for the head and end this, if the putrid blood didn't cause him to pass out first.